Words that escaped

NO.

I bit my lip to contain the storms that brewed in my mind as you held me against the wall.

I closed my eyes and looked away; away from the unsure feeling in my throat.

I let you guide my hands, even as they shook not with excitement but with fear; fear of conflict.

I let you take over as I pushed the storms further and further away.

I let you take over as I became lesser and lesser aware of the things I suppressed.

I let you take control till there was just you and yours.

Like a snake you coiled tighter and tighter around my neck,

as I pushed and suppressed my own breath.

One night I forgot to bite my lip.

One night the storms escaped through my eyes, my lips, my words.

One night, the fear escaped my lungs.

One night, every inch of my body was ready for conflict.

I bit your lip.

I drew blood.

I didn't bite my tongue.

I whispered,

No.